It's easy to meet Zijun three times.

Aiyue pities Finland.

Jiao Yan's stupid tomb seal,

The old gentleman stayed in Baishi for three years.

Express love

I was lucky to meet Cao Jun,

The bells and drums don't have enough shade.

Love the moon and pity the mountains,

Cao vomited from Finland.

Lin Jun hugged her in the clear spring.

Jiajun * * * I will grow old together.

Birthday words

Zhu erjia gave a speech to celebrate his birthday.

Hu is a treasure of many trees,

Jing Jun will come to Japan to make great plans.

Pinghan wrote it into an immortal book,

Born to despise half an inch of face,

Visitors from the East are welcome at dusk.

Dance with the sword and make a hundred candles,

Yuefu sings a birthday song together.

Not that I don't know March (original)

The subtle rain in early spring is still attached to the sky.

So I can't bear to drift slowly;

The leaves of the butterfly dance in late autumn are still attached to the branches and vines.

So I bid farewell to Gao Zhi with sadness in my eyes;

but

Maybe you don't know,

There is a land full of affection.

Open your mind,

Waiting for the rain to moisten;

Maybe you don't know,

There is a land of deep affection.

Open your mind,

Waiting for the embrace of fallen leaves.

I'm not ignorant,

Just someone

I need my broad shoulders to lean on.

In fact, love is simple,

Just a one-on-one hug!

autumn

I am very careful.

Afraid to talk about you with friends.

Just say, I miss spring

There was cold dew last week.

There will be the first frost next week.

The weather is getting colder and colder.

Friends must get together.

Come together and put aside loneliness.

Lonely as autumn.

Had a drink.

That man is stupid.

He said, what's good about spring

I hit the bottle on his head.

The heartbroken man didn't cry.

I am crying

Apples, peaches and pears

A gust of wind blew.

Here they come, the fragrance hovering in the room.

The wind has gone and has stopped.

They are still there.

Every morning and evening.

I live a material life.

Just staring at them, but never dare to touch them.

I want to keep these things.

They came back to life, and they have been alive.

They twisted me with their hands.

Wake up my love, my lacrimal gland that has been sleeping for many years.

Fruits from country orchards

Sing a green song in the moonlight

Now, they are about to rot.

Like me, keep your eyes open.

Look at your health.

It's getting autumn.

Autumn cannot preserve the colors of summer.

Just like me, look up at three and a half feet.

Try to learn not to love.

Frost's Descent

Chrysanthemums are in bloom.

Persimmons are red.

Cold air came early this year.

I don't know. On the plain

The scenery at this time.

Is it so gorgeous?

But, I can be sure.

There, cotton is like snow.

Covering the earth

The earth is so soft.

Enough to make me fall from the sky.

Into folded wings

Feathered

-Light landing

wait for

A warm plain in the moonlight

Missing is as broad as the great plain in the moonlight.

I'm on cloud nine

Willy flare

And make up your mind.

I won't cry

I only love your whiteness.

Cover with another layer of white

Bones in canal water

Even after a thousand years.

Canal water will definitely flow into winter.

The river is clear and cold.

Slow flow velocity

I am floating on this river.

Thick soil, trees and tall buildings on the shore.

seemingly

Love to sink more than I do

This burning flame

The wine that spread in this drop of water

This bleeding white bone

I've been dead for years.

Bodies scattered and rotted.

This bone that escaped the clutches of time

Still alive for me

He has been polished by thoughts.

White translucent

I like hard porcelain, and I like silent porcelain.

Like a water ghost swimming.

He can cross a river on his body.

Think of watching as walking.

On the edge of the canal, there is a swaying meadow.

I've been standing for a long time.

The grass is very careful

Wrapped in bones flowing down the river

It's like holding a fragile porcelain.

Sweep away water vapor

What she clung to was only bigger than ashes.

memory

water bottle

So Ananda said,

Please tell me about this bottle of water!

Foda, that's the sea.

Ananda asked again, please tell me about this bottle.

The Buddha replied that it was still a bottle-

All water is the same.

The sea has never been different from this bottle.

Water that has changed its shape

The bottle is never full of water.

Change yourself.

Buddha said, I gave you this bottle of water.

Ananda, yes, I drank this bottle of water.

The patience of the poor

The patience of the poor, with two eggs.

Boycott birdcages

Which kindergarten handles all the cemeteries?

They work, cough and bend over.

Look up at the mountains far and near and listen.

The howling of pine trees in the fog,

Scatter the seeds on the rocks.

Go into the night with matches.

With a stomach and desire, baked potatoes eat the least.

Leave the potato buds on the ridge;

There are children and twins on the ruins.

To face poverty and epidemics.

Until dawn, the arc of the earth turns blue.

The patience of the poor, with a strong brown rope.

Chopping firewood for ten winters.

Instead of hanging;

Melting frozen ears with songs without leaving.

Meet all failures with the earth.

Use coffins to wait for all betrayed children and grandchildren.

And facing the dog's teeth, a rusty shotgun.

Spit out the last bullet

a coin

I remember the old man in rags.

In the snow, his toes, his walking stick, and thick cloth bags.

And black teeth. When he sees me, stop.

Shake his poverty to me, and his will be knocked off.

A cup with a handle and enamel. There are coins in it.

Jump up and shout. I remember it was his turn.

Disappointed, sad, move the ruthless stump to.

Another one. I remember coming home and I ... ...

Take off your clothes and throw them aside, that empty pocket

Throw a coin with a bang.

All night, the red-hot coins were spinning in my heart.

have a conversation

Father, stand up, haven't you always encouraged me like this?

No, this body is too heavy, and it has finally reached the end.

Hold my hand as before, father.

Son, I am so weak that my hand is held by its own weight.

I can't earn it.

Father, why don't you breathe or drink water?

No, soon I will become air, water and everything.

Father, what will you eat from now on?

Dirt? Seeds? Silence? No, I don't know either

But I know I will never go hungry again.

The watch on your wrist has stopped. Let me wind it.

No, my child, I don't need time anymore.

Then let me put your shoes on.

No, this road doesn't need me anymore.

Father, do you still read this book?

Look, but I can't open my eyes.

Maybe I should read some books without eyes.

Father, do you want a fishing rod, too?

No, from now on, every old fisherman by the river is me.

I am the faithful shadow behind them.

Dad, today is your birthday.

Yes, I am going to be born in another world.

Father, why did you abandon me?

No, you've been following me.

I just entered another room.

Soon you will find its door, too.

Father, I want to hear from you.

So listen, I've been talking about it in your memory.

But, father, how much I love you.

Good boy, me too, and death can't stop it.

The dialogue between the little girl and her mother

The roadside is sunny.

Omitting unnecessary details, we browsed the spring.

Staring at a girl and mother.

"Go, go, just like mom usually buys you a toy car.

That aunt is a good person. She can't lie. "

Mother's eyes are full of longing, and she tries to simplify the problem.

Like a bud that has never bloomed, the little girl has never bloomed a comforting language.

She tried to run away, ran back and squeezed out a sentence from her mouth: I'm so scared.

I managed to leave quietly and leave them alone.

The sunshine on the roadside is beautiful.

In fact, the dialogue between the little girl and her mother is also beautiful.

Spring bird is a good partner of Golden Voice.

Every morning.

Wake me up from my dream.

Mom said that the birds in spring are calling me.

She asked me to go to the big forest with her.

Listen to the moving chorus of nature

2. Bamboo shoots

calmly

Arch out of the ground

I want to inquire about it

In spring

The secret of tree green

News from Bloom.

3.pomegranate

Pomegranate flowering

Aunt Xia tied it.

A bright bow

Pomegranate fruit is ripe

It's Qiu's mother shaking it.

Harvest Kurenai Rin

4. straw hat

A small hole in the straw hat

I gave sunshine.

An open door

Look, the sun is setting.

They stepped on my shadow playfully.

Their footprints were left on my shadow.

seed

Spring is coming.

The weather is very warm.

Come out quickly.

Bud bud

Don't just show your head.

How beautiful it is outside the bark.

Come out quickly.

The sun will give you

Put on green clothes

Spring breeze will give you.

Sweet dew

pass

Your shadow

In my heart

It's been a long time.

I'm afraid it will rot.

On a summer afternoon

Find it and put it in the sun.

sunbath

I find

This is a beautiful coat.

Wear it on youth.

Perfect fit

And poetic fragrance.

Time flows into the river.

The afternoon turned into midnight.

alert

Looking for a coat full of poems

found it

At the bottom of the box

happy

Put it on you.

But found that

It's very small

It turns out that youth is fiction.

Where have you been?

It's like living in reality.

At the call of his wife and children

In the performance of pots and pans

Goodbye, Cambridge;

My heart is full of feelings of parting,

You are my rare confidant. I used to

Say goodbye to my parents in my hometown and go to the Pacific Ocean.

(Counting one autumn and two autumn, it has passed four degrees.

During the Spring and Autumn Period, wanderers were overseas, in America and Europe)

Keywords fuso style, banana situation in Honolulu,

The calm sea expands my mind and spirit,

Now it's all mountains and rivers in the dream.

Gloomy, at the bottom of my spiritual home;

My mother's tears of parting, her weak hands.

Send the color of the towel to the pulsator,

Salty sea breeze, elegant seabird attachment,

This is a treasure in my memory, and every time I

I couldn't help crying when I pressed it, so I thought

Li came home and curled up in his mother's arms again.

Reply to my beloved happiness;

Every time I think about how hard I have worked in my life,

How many sacrifices, just a waste of money,

I have been running for four years, after all, I am learning by name.

On the road of knowledge, I picked several flowers and plants.

On the mountain of truth, climb several peaks,

Have you ever heard Tian Jun's wonderful music, colorful red,

But remember? -But what should I say?

I am proud of the civilization of tall buildings and high-speed cars.

Never erased my soul, today.

I am an antique, with a strong bridge shadow.

You can still meet each other calmly and say goodbye.

Goodbye, Cambridge!

You and I met late, but this year,

The anger of my spiritual revolution has been washed away.

On both sides of your charming river, after that

When the wind is clear and the moon is bright, look after me and feel hot.

The old traces of flooding still remain by the grass bridge,

When the swallow returns next year, please remember me with a sigh.

Syllables, silent songs, rotten moire

Cai Xia should reflect my thoughts and feelings.

On this day, I retreated to the poetic heart of the sky.

Praise the evening scenery and early morning in Mu Jing.

Rich tenderness; Listen! A soft bell

Explain the new autumn mood, travelers don't mean anything,

My soul is jumping, and I want to change people's voices.

Shockingly, I love Cambridge,

If a loving mother wants to sleep, hug a gentle kiss slowly;

Cambridge! You will always be my hometown of spiritual attachment!

Although this body is Wan Li, dreams and souls are always around.

Around you, let the Mediterranean wind point to the east,

I will also go back to the west to see the colors;

If my mother asks to make friends overseas after returning home,

I will count Cambridge first, on a warm winter night.

Before wintersweet, carefully distinguish the phase, feeling and taste of this day;

If my star is bright and blessed, I will be rewarded.

Then, in the warm spring season in bloom, when you fly to the west,

Come back, pick up the needle and line,

Embroider the flowers of my ideal life and realize it.

Years of fascinating dream footprints,

Fragrant and fragrant, soft and festive, increasing the romantic flow on the river;

So although I don't mean much, my desire is also strong.

Last night, the moon shone on the forest, and I have poured out my heart to it.

The accumulation of hearts, the rain this morning is sad,

Is a bird without joy also a disappointment?

Love, tired vines grow grass, tears pay zero!

Cambridge! There is gold in the mountains and stars in the sky.

The wealth of life is empathy, even if

There is no gold in the mountains, and the stars are scattered all over the sky, but sympathy still exists.

Will always be inexhaustible gold in the universe,

Ignorant star; Lenny and Yue Ning.

Environment, and sacred and happy time,

I'm smart. I can only climb and wash.

Miao Ling blooms because of the spring grass and shines because of the sun and the moon.

Listen to natural music and sip ancient and modern immortality.

-literary elite half stronger than your parents;

Climb to the top of the mountain and look back.

The vast brilliance of truth, goodness and beauty has wings.

The lower bound of humanitarian peristalsis is reflected in Langran.

The warp and weft of life are red and gold in the blood,

All efforts to love the Lord and God;

Cambridge! Are you not the source of my life?

You treat me like a treasure, countless; The most unforgettable

Music of Star Phosphorus Dam under Staten Bridge,

Playing and dancing diligently, I often languish in the middle of the night,

Listening to the tired cows chewing food on the black pasture,

Fish jump among the water plants, insects laugh among the water plants, and gently pick the silence;

Unforgettable spring night, splashing a sea of pure gold,

Submerged tower bell tower, long wall short.

Thousands of roofs burst, emitting smoke, white waves and green fields.

An unforgettable old tree in Maolin; Juganshang

Wear thin tea green, but teach oblique sunrise,

Put on some rouge and pretend to be coy;

Unforgettable July dusk, the trees in the distance are very quiet,

Like a mountain splashed with ink, it is lined with soft moth color.

Dense, seven points goose yellow, three points orange green,

That wonderful meaning can only be captured on the edge of Qiu Meng;

Unforgettable night, poetic birds in the shade of elm trees,

Passionate, teach roses to nod with tears,

The sky is full of stars singing and dancing, and money lives far and near.

Romantic dream soul, deeply obsessed with fragrance;

Unforgettable village girl's blush and white neck;

Unforgettable embroidered screens with weeping willows,

Calea in Nana, the alumni residence in Shuomei;

-But how can I count, in short, here?

Man and nature are in perfect harmony, though as small as an inch of mustard,

There is also a pure spirit: flowing through it,

And this spirit, as Wanji Wantu said.

"Through my blood, my heart" and "Zhen Xun"

The power of correction "; Although I am going back to my hometown,

When he left, he turned and left home;

Cambridge! I can blame you when I hear this in my hometown.

Love, but I have my own rumors to pay for you;

I'm leaving today, and I'll remember the new Myrica rubra next spring.

When I go public, I hope I will come back with a smile.

Goodbye, I love Cambridge.

& lt& lt See you in Cambridge >>

spring scenery

Rivers and streams have thawed,

Inspired by soft springs.

The valley sprouted the blessing of hope;

Weakening the ancient winter,

Has retreated to the desolate mountains. -Goethe, Germany

Clouds are still hovering in the sky, hesitating.

Sometimes it snows and sometimes it rains.

Pinghua did not hesitate.

It's everywhere.

Sudden opening

It made up its mind.

The poet said:

Petals treasured in the book of life

Usually-

A pair of bright eyes that can never be forgotten.

An exciting smile.

therefore ...

Spring! you tell me

Can my heart be as persistent as an apple blossom?

If you find those bright eyes in the sea of people.

Will my enthusiasm burn everywhere?

How can I meet you?

In my best moment, for this.

I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.

Begging for it makes us have a dusty relationship.

Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.

Follow the path you may take.

In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.

Every flower carries my previous hopes.

Please listen carefully when you come near.

The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,

When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.

On the ground behind you

Friend, that's not a petal.

It is my withered heart

(Xi Murong's "A Flowering Tree")